I hope you know I love you when I say this: 9/11 wasn't a special day, except to those who lost someone irreplaceable. It was just another day humanity collided with itself — another day war was somebody's answer. I've lived my whole life in New York, a city of people from everywhere, belonging fully to nowhere and everywhere at once. And what I've learned here is simple: almost everyone just wants to love and be loved. We trade holidays, food, art, language, across every line that's supposed to divide us — because underneath the noise, we're not so different.

So yes, I feel the pain and anger of 9/11. But I don't feel it as more sacred than the pain of any other war, anywhere, at any time. I can't find where it started, or who to blame. None of us can find the first wound that passed its grief down through every family since. What I do believe is that it can be healed. Not undone. Healed.

If 9/11 moves you to do something, here's what I'd suggest: don't answer it with more collision. Find the person hardest for you to love — maybe someone you hate — and do something for them anyway. That's where the healing starts.

“Why We Collide”
1/11 Limited Edition Prints
5 Giclee Print Panels: 20" x 35.5"
24.25" x 39" framed
$15,500
$18,500 framed

* 10% of proceeds will be donated to the 911 Victims Fund